05-15-2011, 01:49 AM
Night 3, Session 3.
There was a scare today. Due to a miscalculation, we were almost stranded in the middle of nowhere. The error may not have ended our voyage, but I most certainly would have hurt morale amongst the crew. Originally, the expedition had an end date of May 14th. While the government (See: Library) may have considered this to be reasonable, I never intended for that date to be met. I had other commitments. While I may have signed up for this mission on May 7th, I hadn't planned on disembarking until the 11th or 12th. Hell, I couldn't if I wanted to. It was not until the 10th that I had even returned from my previous assignment, "Alien 3: The Assembly Cut". I was under the assumption that I was the only man willing (or crazy enough..) to volunteer for this posting. The government offers 5 boats (opportunities to take the voyage) at any one time. The previous times that I've signed up for this mission (before shamefully resigning early), I've always been alone in doing so. There was always 5 boats waiting, and no one brave enough to set sail. So, when I plotted my course, I was almost certain I would have no issue going at my own speed and setting my own schedule, with weekly check-ins or renewals on my borrowed property.Â
On my first check-in, I was shocked to discover 3 other sorry suckers had seeked this assignment! Not only had they signed-up, but the government expected to give one of the fools MY boat! What sort of madness is this? Sure, I could have refused to report back in, but would have been severely punished at the rate of $0.25 a day. While I may have the wits of a banker, I most certainly do not have the wallet of one. Beyond the monetary fees, it's the principal of the matter. I decided to sleep on the issue, and inform the men the following day that we would be returning to shore as failures. All seemed lost.
If by God's own palm, however, I was greeted with most excellent news. As I began to set sail back to the port, and remove the disc from its cradle, I stopped myself to make one final call to the higher-ups. It worked. Through other-wordly means, divine guidance, or a brash young up-start coming to his sense, Command had given me permission to stay at sea. O Glorious Day! Whether it be a blessing or a curse, I had dodged my first torpedo, and been given the occasion to succeed. I will not let this opportunity pass me by. This is taken to be a sign that this mission is just and honourable. I must complete it. Tally-ho!
There was a scare today. Due to a miscalculation, we were almost stranded in the middle of nowhere. The error may not have ended our voyage, but I most certainly would have hurt morale amongst the crew. Originally, the expedition had an end date of May 14th. While the government (See: Library) may have considered this to be reasonable, I never intended for that date to be met. I had other commitments. While I may have signed up for this mission on May 7th, I hadn't planned on disembarking until the 11th or 12th. Hell, I couldn't if I wanted to. It was not until the 10th that I had even returned from my previous assignment, "Alien 3: The Assembly Cut". I was under the assumption that I was the only man willing (or crazy enough..) to volunteer for this posting. The government offers 5 boats (opportunities to take the voyage) at any one time. The previous times that I've signed up for this mission (before shamefully resigning early), I've always been alone in doing so. There was always 5 boats waiting, and no one brave enough to set sail. So, when I plotted my course, I was almost certain I would have no issue going at my own speed and setting my own schedule, with weekly check-ins or renewals on my borrowed property.Â
On my first check-in, I was shocked to discover 3 other sorry suckers had seeked this assignment! Not only had they signed-up, but the government expected to give one of the fools MY boat! What sort of madness is this? Sure, I could have refused to report back in, but would have been severely punished at the rate of $0.25 a day. While I may have the wits of a banker, I most certainly do not have the wallet of one. Beyond the monetary fees, it's the principal of the matter. I decided to sleep on the issue, and inform the men the following day that we would be returning to shore as failures. All seemed lost.
If by God's own palm, however, I was greeted with most excellent news. As I began to set sail back to the port, and remove the disc from its cradle, I stopped myself to make one final call to the higher-ups. It worked. Through other-wordly means, divine guidance, or a brash young up-start coming to his sense, Command had given me permission to stay at sea. O Glorious Day! Whether it be a blessing or a curse, I had dodged my first torpedo, and been given the occasion to succeed. I will not let this opportunity pass me by. This is taken to be a sign that this mission is just and honourable. I must complete it. Tally-ho!
